Pulling himself up and over the cold iron of the fire escape, Isaac's feet met home turf. While his appartment was small, he figured that made it easier to keep tidy, which it wasn't right now - but that was fine. Walking over to the window Isaac flipped the lock at the bottom and lifted the frame all the way up, a strong cooling breeze swimming into the room. Kicking a few clothes to one side Isaac grabbed a lolly from his jar, unwrapped it, and threw it in his mouth.

Putting his rucksack down on the kitchen top he unloaded the stuff he'd just found in the bottom floor of the building opposite. A few cans of fizzy drink and packets of crisps, a handful of candy and 2 bottles of water. There'd been more stuff, but it had all been too big to fit in his bag, and he needed both hands to climb back up to his place. 

Opening all the blinds and letting the sun streak through, Isaac stretched with his arms high above his head and let out a sigh of relief as a faint click came from his back.

[i]Sigh[/i]" Another day in para..." Cutting himself short, Isaac's head snapped to one side. He must have been mistaken, but he made his way over to the open window anyway.

Was that...
Maybe? He stayed still and silent.

A car was not too far away, maybe behind the apartments up the road. Having gone so long without the sound of an engine rattling through his ears, Isaac smiled. Peaking his head out he followed the sound, maybe a block east. 

Suddenly the engine seemed to stop.

With a swift walk over to the cupboard, he pulled the door open and picked up his rifle. He had found it on the roof of his building, with a few mags. [i]Lucky bastard he was[/i]. Pushing everything off the table and hooking the blinds back, he pulled himself and the rifle on top, the table was sturdy and was just the right height so he could see the stores and buildings that were deeper in the city. Adjusting the lens and pushing the butt of the rifle into his shoulder, he peered through the scope. 

Blurry.

Re-adjusting the lens until the stores were in focus, he waited. Isaac wasn't stupid, whoever was driving the car would be looking for fuel or atleast food and water, they wouldn't turn back up the hill, so they'd have to head to the stores that he had in his sights. After ten minutes of waiting, his lolly almost down to the stick, a man walked out across the street and towards a grocery store. Shotgun? Yeah, or some kind of firepower. He headed inside and Isaac pulled in a sharp cold breath through his teeth, hoping that the amount of zombies down there was as much as up here - barely any.

Thinking about it, Isaac had only seen a handful of them and only killed one. [i]Wonder where they are?[/i]

Someone else made there way over to the store, female by the look of it. Baseball bat in hand, they stepped into the door way and froze. [i]Shit. C'mon guys, work together![/i] Isaac didn't understand any of this raiding and killing, not when you could work together. Someone else was making there way out of an alley too, two stores down. Trying to focus on them, Isaac only noticed the limp and thier outstretched arms as they drew closer to the woman in the door way, oblivious to the danger she was in.

Taking a deep breath and closing his left eye - Isaac aimed.

[i]Exhale. Pull the trigger. [/i]

- The bullet sailed through the air ahead of the blurry wall of lagging sound. Passing by the grey brick of another apartment building it crossed the road, the wind guiding it right a little. Breaking through the rotten flesh like a diver hitting the water, burrowing into the pale skull beneath. A spray of dull reds and deep crimsons painted the window behind the crumpling body as the bullet core crashed into the glass, leaving a spider-web like pattern of cracks.  -

The rifles roar smacked Isaac, his ears buzzing, the soft twinkle of the bullet case hitting the table as he saw the figure drop to the floor.